ACT I - SCENE VIII

ACT I. SCENE VIII.
A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps.

[Alarum, as in battle. Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS at several doors.]

MARCIUS.
I'll fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.

AUFIDIUS.
We hate alike:
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.

MARCIUS.
Let the first budger die the other's slave,
And the gods doom him after!

AUFIDIUS.
If I fly, Marcius,
Halloa me like a hare.

MARCIUS.
Within these three hours, Tullus,
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleas'd. 'Tis not my blood
Wherein thou seest me mask'd. For thy revenge
Wrench up thy power to th' highest.

AUFIDIUS.
Wert thou the Hector
That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
Thou shouldst not scape me here.

[Here they fight, and certain Volsces come in the aid
of AUFIDIUS. MARCIUS fights till they be driven in breathless.]

Officious, and not valiant, you have sham'd me
In your condemned seconds.

[Exeunt.]

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